Mischief Managed (Loki x OC reader)

Chapter 1: Heartbroken

Quick note: seidr is old Norse magic (what Loki uses)

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~Loki's P.O.V.~

I'm sitting in my room in Asgard, a large black dog that, if it stood on two legs, would be even taller than I am, is laying in front of the fire, enjoying its warmth. I look out the window to see that it's getting close to sundown, painting the sky in beautiful oranges, reds, and purples.

"Your move, Loki." says a light, airy, melodic voice from somewhere to my left..no..in front of me. I turn my head so I'm facing forward and see a beautiful young woman. Her long, silky blonde hair is braided in a few places but left to hang loose in others.

Her fingers are lightly intertwined beneath her chin, her elbows supporting her weight on the table between us, showing off the bangles on her wrists. Her blue-green eyes shine with intelligence and mirth as she looks at me from across the table.

Only now does my brain process her words and I look down at the table to see a chess board. It would appear that we've been playing chess for awhile since we each have a small collection of the other's pieces in our possession.

I scan the board and come to realize that whatever move she just made...was a damn good one. I'm losing. I spend a few moments just staring at the board and trying to see if I can recall what I did to get myself into this horrible position. The lady sitting across from me giggles.

The sound makes bubbles form in my stomach only to pop immediately, creating a tingling sensation in my abdomen. Where have I seen her before? And how the hell do I know what her hair feels like? She gives me a small smile and my heart melts at its warmth.

She places a hand on top of my own and gives it a squeeze "You seem tired. I will leave you to rest." She begins to pull her hand back at the same time that she begins to stand. I don't know why, but I can't stand the thought of her leaving.

I have the strange feeling that, no matter how long she's been here, and no matter how long she stays...it will never be enough time with her. I will always want her to stay. My body moves of its own free will to grab her hand in my own, stilling her as my voice acts of its own accord. "No!"

I let out a nervous chuckle as I recover from the rather forceful tone I just used. "Please, stay. I was just spacing." She gives me a look that says she can see right through me but she relents and takes her seat, resuming her previous position. I look at the board again and make a move.

The game progresses with me digging myself a deeper and deeper hole in the game. I don't care though, I need to remember who she is before the game ends. For some reason I know that, as soon as the game ends, she will have to leave.

So, I persist, prolonging the game as long as I can while I do everything I can to remember who she is. Unfortunately, the game ends with her victorious and myself no closer to figuring out who she is. We stand, and I use my seidr to put the game away without even thinking to do so.

It must be a reflex of mine, developed after repeating the action dozens of times. Another reflexive action is to walk her to the door. I open the door for her and the dog is suddenly between us, rubbing his head against her and whining, not wanting her to leave.

She giggles and kneels so she can give him a thorough petting. After a minute or so, she kisses his head "Goodnight Fenrir." she says as she stands and turns to me. I honestly don't know how to react when she leans up and kisses my cheek. "Goodnight Loki."

I put my hand on my cheek where she kissed me and stare at her in disbelief. I find my body acting of its own volition yet again, but this time, it feels as though I am watching from above, not even in my own body anymore as I watch.

I watch as I take her hand in my own and lift it as I bend over in a bow to kiss the back of her hand. Once I kiss her hand, I stand up and lean in to her to kiss her cheek next. I can see her blush a little and I chuckle. "Goodnight Si-."

I wake with a start, panting heavily as I look around. I'm in a large bed. Out the window I can see skyscrapers and the sun reflecting off of them. I breathe out a sigh as I rub my hair out of my sweat covered face.

A dream. It was just a dream. But why her? And why now of all times? I breathe out another long sigh as I remember the name that I was about to say in my dreams. I can feel the tears spilling over as I cry my heart out to her name on my lips.

~Tony's P.O.V.~

This was not the first time Loki had slept in. It was quite common actually. Although Thor claims that it's not normal for Loki to sleep in at all. Apparently he's usually wide awake early in the morning. An 'up with the sun' kinda guy. I never understood people like that but, I also don't care.

In the wake of the Extremist incident, getting Pepper back to normal, and getting the tech out of my chest, I really don't have the energy to deal with Loki's parole. I really wish Thor hadn't brought him here for it but, apparently, Odin saw it as a fitting punishment for Loki to be forced to help us.

When Loki does eventually join us in the kitchen, I make an offhand comment about him 'gracing us with his presence'. The only thing that stops his knife from impaling my face is Nat's quick reflexes. Thor looks at his brother, his voice calm but hinting to behave "Loki."

Loki just huffs as the knife disappears from Nat's hand. Loki grabs some food and goes over to a chair in the corner where he plops himself down and starts to read. He is quite good at tuning all of us out when he does this so I drop my attempts to out-sass the god. For now.

~3rd Person P.O.V~

Months pass relatively quietly for the Avengers and Loki. There are a few small incidents of terrorists and HYDRA remnants here and there. Loki helps on a few missions but otherwise remains at the tower with an Avenger watching him each time the team heads out.

Loki has had several other dreams/nightmares/flashbacks of the woman from his chess dream. He does his best to keep it secret from the Avengers and his brother though. He spends almost every waking moment either ignoring, or actively avoiding, the Avengers.

He spends every night either avoiding sleep so his memories don't haunt him, or going to sleep dreading what awaits him. The memories of the girl are all pleasant in some way or another, even if they start off sad or upsetting, they end well. But that doesn't make the pain go away.

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